Tag Archives: cars

Everyone is your friend at the rest areas.

But they become idiots who can’t drive the minute you get back on the interstate.

You are, in a way, your car.

A homeless woman crossing the street exclaimed that “cars are so impatient!”

The other “Crash” is also a racial drama.

A white man who sought out the “exotic orient” allows cars and scars to reawaken his desire for white women and men.

Cars must be private spaces.

Nothing else can explain why we’re always singing badly, making out, and picking our noses in them.

Made for misanthropy.

Cars have a way of turning everyone else into an obstacle.